Poison - Jade West Page 0,102

as my thumb worked its magic, I felt her body loosen. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” I said. “I’ll always stop the second you ask me.”

“I know,” she said, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “But don’t stop. Make me forget. Make me forget him, Lucas.”

“Then spread your legs for me, dirty girl,” I said, and I was me, and she was her, both of us consumed by the flesh and the want and the fantasy.

I’d make her damn well forget Sebastian fucking Maitland, she didn’t need to worry about that.

I grabbed her damp thighs and eased them apart, and her breaths were ragged as I positioned myself down between them.

Yes, I’d make her forget that vile cunt.

“Lucas, what–” she began, staring down as I lowered my head.

But I knew what I was doing. I knew what I wanted.

I wanted those filthy panties from her horny little pussy, and her level of dirty only added to the forbidden. My cock was throbbing and my mouth was watering, and I was ready. I was ready for everything she could possibly give me. And I wanted it all.

“Fuck–” she said, and tensed as my mouth landed. “Lucas, fuck–”

My tongue was flicking her clit through soaking wet lace, and my face was buried between her damp thighs and it was bliss. Hearing her moan, and whimper, and lose herself under those self-conscious little reservations was the horniest thing in the whole fucking world.

I knew she was battling with herself. I knew there was a screaming part of her that felt she should be stripping the bed and apologising for her accident, but there would never be an accident with me. There was only her, and every taste of who she was.

I wanted every single fucking taste of who she was, and I made sure she knew it.

Thankfully, the dirty little minx in her won the battle.

She bucked, then cursed as she pressed herself up against my mouth. Her fingers landed in my hair and held me firm between her legs, and she wanted it. She wanted it just as much as I did.

“This is filthy,” she moaned. “Fuck, Lucas… this is so fucking filthy…”

I moaned back, my mouth hungry against her pussy, and her breaths were ragged, just like they always were when she was desperate for me to keep going. Her thighs were open wide and her clit was her sweet little bud craving more, and I gave her more. I sucked on that pretty cunt like it was my world, and the tastes of her blended, and hit my nostrils, and my tongue, and I wanted it. I really fucking wanted it.

So did my cock.

My cock was crying out even louder than the rest of me.

She was panting for more when I pulled away and shunted position. I shoved a pillow behind her head nice and high, and she watched me with her eyes wide open as I pressed my cock to the slick wet lace over her cunt.

It was horny as fuck as I worked it back and forth.

“Good girl,” I said, and she let out a shuddering breath. “Spread those thighs even wider for me.”

She was a good girl and she did spread them even wider for me. My dick rubbed against that gorgeous little slit through the wetness, and it was bliss. Pure fucking bliss. I stared down and watched my cock in rhythm, and I was so fucking swollen it was a strain.

“That’s fucking beautiful,” I told her. “That horny little cunt of yours is so fucking beautiful, Anna.”

I angled the head of my dick closer to her clit, until the pressure was on just the right spot and I knew it. She let out a whimper, and her hips started working with mine, and I knew she was cresting. I knew she was going to come for me like the dirty little minx I loved so much.

“Watch,” I said, and twisted my fingers in her hair to hold her head in position. “Watch my cock rubbing that sweet slit. I want you to see how horny I am. I’m so fucking horny for you, Anna.”

She did see it. She saw that the desperation in me was as raw as ever. The way my cock thrust, so fucking hard. The way my breaths were so deep, and my grunts were coming so fast, and I was cursing at how fucking near to shooting my load she was making me already.

“My God,